Anakdatu - Chapter 7：Training like Saitama

For two months, I have been training so hard like hell, I never thought things will be like this, or that being a super spy agent is so fun, protecting some people and stuffs, like what my father told me with ease, like being a spy is nothing but dad, why, why didn’t you tell me that you’ve got to train like hell, like Saitama? Why? Answer me?

Actually, Saitama, the One Punch Man baldy guy, for those of you who don’t know, trains with the regimen of 100 push ups, 100 squats, 100 sit ups and a 10 kilometer run but here in Anakdatu? Hell. On the everyday I wake up with the National Anthem playing, we go straight to the gym and there are three parts of training according to them, the first two months will be focusing on the physiology of the agents which simply means the strengthening of your physicality. On the third month, we are said to be trained for the martial arts and combat, the use of guns too and the spy gadgets and the last month (The month I am so excited of, like finally.) is the application, we will be put in the simulation room and do things that are, well, on the simulation.

For the first two months, Macabulos had trained me, well, I’m the newbie, the wimp, the only one who needs training. We head to the gym, he told me that I need to do a hundred pushups within 2 minutes, 50 pull ups within 5 minutes, 100 squats within 2 minutes, 100 sit ups within 2 minutes and a hundred of burpees for 5 minutes, and after that, a 10 kilometer run within 10 minutes and a free style swimming of 5 kilometers within 10 minutes. It is like Saitama times 10 and more than that, for the time pressure makes you burn in hell.

I struggled for I was never the physical type. Yes, my father taught me martial arts, its techniques and forms but it is just that, nothing more, he didn’t prepare me for this. I struggled and Macabulos told me that the two months timer won’t start counting until I did it right, with lots of vomiting, body pain and tears. It really is a struggle.

Everyday, I held it until I got to the second month mark which is the best achievement I could ever have, I did it every day until doing those were easy, hell easy and until I feel nothing anymore, as if I’m just doing it for fun.

For the second month that passed, I looked myself at the mirror for I am not a mirror guy type, I find it too feminine. I looked at myself and also my body and wow,

I did improve a lot, my body simply looked like Ryan Reynold’s body in Deadpool 2 (geeking our again), not too Captain America or Thor, not like Wolverine’s but just like Deadpool, and spiderman too. A slender type of muscularity, not that buff, not that skinny, the way Spartans trained back in their ages (Spartans created these types of exercises called Calisthenics, or you know, the use of body weight to attain perfect ratio of muscles and the body itself.). I got a nice set of pecs, my biceps are cool enough in the same way as my triceps, and no way, I got a 6 pack? Awesome! And my legs too are improved and my shoulders, tl;dr, I am in a new level than before.

After those two months, that is where the combat training came in, but of course, Macabulos told me that the physical training too does not end so every time we start combat training is I got to do those first, and after, comes in the combat training, for another month, I was taught to fight Krav Maga, Jiu Jitsu, Muay Thai, Boxing, Weapon disarm, and lots more, and then I was taught to handle guns too and my favorite weapon given to me was the pistol sniper, small as a pistol but accurate and strong as a sniper. I trained and trained and trained. Until I mastered all and that I never missed. All my hits were bulls eyes and I am starting to feel like yep, Deadpool.

As I remembered Deadpool, I asked Macabulos if he can teach me swords and knives too,

“Macabulos, whatabout the use of sharpy objects like knives and swords? I want to learn that too.” I asked him.

“Uh Datu Puti, you know that swords and knives are useless at these age, where humans uses snipers and guns and bazookas right?” Macabulos told me.

“But why Deadpool?” I asked him skeptically.

“He’s got a high speed healing factor and sadly, you’ve got none of that.” He said.

“TEACH ME SWORDS.” I ordered him.

“Okay, geez.” He said.

And there I was trained to use the sword in combat. I was given two Kampilans from The Hut’s armory. For those of you who doesn’t know what is a Kampilan, a Kampilan is a sword, a Philippine sword made from steel (duh), with a wooden or leather hilt and on the end of the hilt is said to be the head of the Bakunawa with his mouth open. The blade itself is a single edged sword but there are two tips, which was said to make stabbing enemies easier, so that’s it. Macabulos trained me so much for that one month and hell yeah, I am a killing machine! But of course, in a good way. Macabulos also made me meditate to control my emotions and also to heighten my endorphins so I can not feel pain, well, less pain to be exact.

After those months came the last month, to apply all those things I have learned from Macabulos in the simulation room. The simulation room is fun, it’s just like playing VR in a huge room but this VR can hurt you and kill you. Hardcore!

The first simulation I had was the battle of Marawi. My mission on the simulation was to kill 100 enemy soldiers alone, which is easy when it comes to video games, but in reality, it was hard. The good thing is I am wearing my awesome suit and without this suit, I’m done. The awesome suit was made of omnimetal, which was the combination of all the metals in the world making it ultimate. It is made into mesh, steel fibers woven together to form this suit, making it bulletproof and also, it absorbs all the impact of bullets making it feel nothing. I did first some recon and scouting around the Marawi battle sight, seeing soldiers but of course, I’m stealthy, so they didn’t saw me yet. I was given 6 weapons all strapped on my back (heavy!), a sniper, a pistol sniper, grenades, a standard issue M16 assault rifle, my kampilan and a knife, some ammos too, but yeah, I can take all these.

I went to a high point and shot with the sniper all the soldiers I saw, 10 …20… 26, I had 26 sniper headshots until they finally noticed me, well damn, time for some maximum effort. I threw a grenade to those who saw me and BAM!, (*insert evil laugh), and I went down from my sniper point and did a full frontal attack, with my M16, then my pistol sniper for long distance guys and my Kampilan for stupid ones. I did all out and killed them all. I just felt like I was playing Metal Gear and it was awesome.

As the month passes by, more and more simulations were given to me and I passed them all. Macabulos called me an Anakdatu in a different level. He also told me that with my combat skills, I am in par with Lapu-lapu’s skills. That made him smile and proud too. Until I become a finally, formally an Anakdatu. Macabulos told me to get ready for my first mission too, which pumps me up so much.

Also in these months, I did the usual, ate on the eat-all-you-can mess hall, messed up with the other Datus if they are present, get jumpscares from Sikatuna, live the life on my glorious suite and those things. The good thing is, I didn’t get bald like Saitama.

For 4 months, I never got the chance to meet my parents for my very tight schedule but finally, after those, as I was resting on my suite, laying on my bed thinking. They appeared suddenly to the door. We rushed to each other with a very warm group hug. They told me I have grown so much, I told them everything that happened for the last 4 months and they told me they are so proud of me. I missed them. So we just had our family reunion, knowing that after these, I will be farther away, for my mission.

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After a few days from our family reunion, Macabulos called me via the overhead speakers. I went and walked to his office, I saw Macabulos, well, expecting me and he motioned his arms to the chair and I sat down.

“This isn’t a test or a death trap, yes?” I asked Macabulos with a hint of suspicion.

He laughed heartedly, “Oh my child, no, I am not a hologram too, this is real. Anyway, this is about your mission.”

“Okay cool.” I said, now with ease.

He sat straight, “Datu Puti, you are in a public mission, as all your ancestors did. I will brief you again the what, who, when, where, why and how of your mission okay? Understood?” He asked.

“Yes sir.”

He spoke solemnly, “Good, so first, what, I already said it, a Public Mission, you will be assigned to protect a certain personality or individual like your life depended on it. Next is the who, Your mission will be to protect Ms. Emanuelle Elise Vertucio, when? Starting tomorrow, you will be on your way in where, to the province of Batangas, in Batangas City if you mind. Why? According to Sumakwel, the intel guy, the lady is always surrounded by some sort of energy, some kind of high powered energy on her wake, especially in her school. We do not know yet why does the weird high tech guys care about this lady but we will find out. We assumed it was the guys who attacked your father long ago for their weapons release some sort of high frequency energy so I want you to stay in caution if these are your enemies.

“What you will do is you will be an undercover student to her school, keep your eyes on her and protect her at all costs, it mostly happen only at school so no need for your protection after school, but incase, just protect her, that is an order, your mission soldier. Understood?” He finally asked

“Yes sir.” I replied, “But sir, how would I know who my target is? Who is this Ms. Vertucio?” I asked.

“Oh, don’t worry, I will give you your mission data on the smart glasses I will give you when you get to Batangas, she is in your age too. 15 years old. Remember! Mission comes first okay?”

“Yes sir.” I promised.

“Good, now, prepare yourself for tomorrow, rest. We will call you up at exactly 0400 hours for your departure.” He ordered me. “May the Datus be with you.”

I walked out his room and went to my suite, fixed myself, and also I fixed my baggage for tomorrow. I prepared an awesome suit, my clothes, my kampilan, my sniper (I am starting to like the sniper.) and a sniper pistol. After that, I rested. Wondering who this Elise lady is and what is in her that made those kinds of guys interested.